Warrior General Games

MEANWHILE ON THE EAST SIDE

Once upon a time, (1/T) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling through a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she never enter such an array without her brackets on.

Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the grounds that it was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements. Rows and columns enveloped her on all sides. Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor. Quite sudenly, 3 branches of a hyperbola touched het at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point, she tripped over a square root protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once more, she found herself, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean space.

She was being watched, however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear coordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he wondered. He decided to integrate improperly at once. Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned around and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once, by his degenerate conic and his dissipated terms, that he was up to no good.

"Eureka," she gasped. "Ho, ho," he said. "What a symmetric little polynomial you are. I can see you are bubbling over with secs." "Oh, sir," she protested. "Keep away from me. I haven't got my brackets on." "Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator. "Your fears are purely imaginary." "I, I," she thought, "perhaps he's homogeneous then." "What order are you?" the brute demanded. "Seventeen," replied Polly. Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet?" he asked. "Of course not!" Polly cried indignantly. "I'm absolutelyconvergent." "Come, come," said Curly, "let's off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit." "Never," gasped Polly. "Exchlf," he swore, using the vilest oath he knew.

His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He stared at her significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly. All was up. She felt his hand tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence would soon be gone forever. There was no mercy, for Curly was a heavyside operator. He integrated by parts. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex beast even went all the way around and did a counter integration. What an indignity to be multiply connected on her first integration. Curly went on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal. When Polly got home that night, her mother became frightened and stated "You're traveling in a forward direction to your auntie + uncle unit in the graph of Bel Air". I whistled for a cab and when it approached, the license plane said "New" and there were dotted cubes in the reflector, if anything I could state that this cab had a lesser chance than the rest but I thought disregard that fact, if you could operator, follow the lines that lead to Bel Air! I approached the compilation of three dimensional objects about 7/12 or 2/3 and I yelled to the operator attention, smell you some other time on this planar area! Looked at my Math house, My graph had finally reached a closed point, to finalize on my algorithmically correct point as the prince of the graph known as Bel Air.

lol imo

noice

I wonder what Terrible The Newspaper has to say about WELP?

wat

I read the last six pages of this thread, planning on congratulating Gturtle for winning it back on page two with his Living On The Edge post. Silly me, it turns out that was just his warmup. Nice hand, sir!

Originally posted by BobJoeJim
I read the last six pages of this thread, planning on congratulating Gturtle for winning it back on page two with his Living On The Edge post. Silly me, it turns out that was just his warmup. Nice hand, sir!

If only he posted like that on our forums

Originally posted by Joe91
I wonder what Terrible The Newspaper has to say about WELP?

Terrible the Paper.... not Newspaper. lrn2nightmareinsidejokes

Originally posted by Zithers
Originally posted by Joe91

I wonder what Terrible The Newspaper has to say about WELP?

Terrible the Paper.... not Newspaper. lrn2nightmareinsidejokes

Lolme imo

Originally posted by BroncosBeTheBest
Originally posted by BobJoeJim

I read the last six pages of this thread, planning on congratulating Gturtle for winning it back on page two with his Living On The Edge post. Silly me, it turns out that was just his warmup. Nice hand, sir!

If only he posted like that on our forums

:effort: imo

Originally posted by Gturtle
Originally posted by BroncosBeTheBest

Originally posted by BobJoeJim


I read the last six pages of this thread, planning on congratulating Gturtle for winning it back on page two with his Living On The Edge post. Silly me, it turns out that was just his warmup. Nice hand, sir!

If only he posted like that on our forums

:effort: imo

requires proper setup tbh

Originally posted by Eard
Originally posted by Gturtle

Originally posted by BroncosBeTheBest


Originally posted by BobJoeJim



I read the last six pages of this thread, planning on congratulating Gturtle for winning it back on page two with his Living On The Edge post. Silly me, it turns out that was just his warmup. Nice hand, sir!

If only he posted like that on our forums

:effort: imo

requires proper setup tbh

installation takes to long imo

HAY GISE WAT IZ GOIN ON HEER?

Originally posted by Florida Tider
HAY GISE WAT IZ GOIN ON HEER?

Unauthorised caps use imo